D3ath: I still can't believe how much you guys like this fic. I'm still amazed. And I keep forgetting one small point, which is probably very crucial to this fic: Harry's been abused somewhat by the Dursleys, and he's only gotten over the fact that he was facing Voldemort seconds before he suddenly found himself at Winry's house, so it's left him a little more jumpy than usual.

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Chapter 3: Unfamiliar.

Harry had never been one for physical fighting. Other than the Quidditch matches, he never really had been one for any physical activity, really.

So, when Edward lunged forward to attack, he panicked.

He ducked under the swing, and took off as fast as he could. He had to get away. However, just as he was speeding around the corner of Winry's house, Ed caught up to him, and tackled him from behind. Harry let out a cry and flailed about, trying to push himself up. Ed said something, almost laughing, and hauled Harry to his feet, patting the dust off the younger boy's clothes.

"Mite (1)," Ed said cheerfully, beckoning for Harry to swing at him. Reluctantly, Harry swung, and he watched as Ed ducked, punching out and stopping his fist right in front of Harry's stomach. Harry nodded, and he ducked as Ed swung at him, punching towards the blonde's stomach. Ed easily blocked it, but he grinned in approval at the young boy.

They continued at this for a while, with Ed slowly attacking Harry, while Harry attempted to block and attack the taller blonde. Gradually, however, Ed began to speed up, and after nearly five seconds of fighting, Harry was on the ground with a bruised eye, broken glasses, and a bleeding nose.

"EDWARD!!!" A wrench flew out from the doorway, and Edward shouted as the wrench collided with his head, sending him face-first into the dirt. Harry looked up, and saw the blue-eyed-blonde standing in front of the door, hands on her hips and a vein throbbing as she glared at Edward.

"Nan da yo, Winry?!" he shouted in return, and Harry sat up, trying to stem his bleeding nose as Winry screeched at Ed. He picked his name up from the conversation several times, and assumed they were talking about his bruised eye and bleeding nose.

Ed got up, grumbling, and snatched Harry's glasses. Harry reached after them. "Wait—"

Ed dropped them onto the ground, clapping his hands, and touching the glasses with one hand. There was a bright blue flash, and Harry gaped as Ed handed his glasses back to him, good as new. "What was that?!" he exclaimed, his mind whirling. Where was his wand? It didn't look like he used one, but—wandless magic? Harry wasn't sure if that were possible or not. Edward ignored Harry's question, only giving the small boy a grin in response.

The blonde helped Harry up before dragging the small raven-haired boy back to the house, up the steps, in through the door, down a hallway, and into a bathroom. Harry looked around at the white tiles and old-fashioned bathtub and sink, and blinked when Ed shoved some clothes into his arms. He nodded at the bathtub, which was already full of water, and left the room to give Harry some privacy.

"Thanks," he called softly after the retreating blonde. He stripped down, and stepped into the bath, sighing as he bathed his throbbing eye and washed the blood from his nose away. He settled back once he had scrubbed himself, and began to think.

There were a lot of things to think about, so he settled on the people first. Winry was kind, vicious towards Edward, and obviously in charge of running things around the house. She was sad when she thought he wasn't looking, but always put a smile on her face whenever he came up to her.

Edward was a different story. He was quick to anger, stubborn, a little rude, and to be honest, a little dangerous. Harry knew that he had been though a lot, just from looking at the blonde's golden eyes. They had seen things that no one should see, and they were almost like hardened topaz, cold and unyielding. But that didn't mean that Edward was a bad person, oh no. In fact, Ed seemed almost the opposite. Easy to please, mischievous, and playful. Edward was a strange person.

Harry then mulled over the events that had happened. How he had gotten to Winry's house, for example. He frowned. Come to think of it, he didn't really understand. All he remembered was facing Voldemort, a bright red flash, and then regaining consciousness to see Edward's golden angry eyes.

"Al wa doko da?!" Edward's voice flashed in his mind, and he picked out one word. 'Al?' Harry thought. Now that he thought about it, didn't both Edward and Winry mention someone named Al?

"Doo shimashita Alphonse ka?"

"Edward-kun? Alphonse-kun?"

They had mentioned this 'Alphonse' before, several times, now that he remembered. He hurriedly sat up and got out of the water; hastily drying himself and dressing himself in the spare clothes Edward gave him. It was an orange shirt with an open white polo on top, with khaki shorts and plain white boxers. He quickly pulled them on, and stepped out, putting his glasses on carefully over his black eye.

He was toweling his hair dry as he stepped out into the hallway, nearly running into Winry as she headed down to her workroom of sorts. "Ah, gomenasai, Harry-kun!" she exclaimed as he nearly fell over, and she caught him, dropping a box full of nuts and bolts.

"It's okay, Winry," he said softly, and Winry smiled, unsure of what he said. "Um, Winry, who's Alphonse?"

Winry froze at this, comprehension and uncertainty flickering across her face. Slowly, she bent down, and picked up each individual bolt and nut, moving as if she were moving through honey. Finally, she picked up all of the scattered nuts and bolts, placed the box to the side, and gently took Harry by the hand. She led him to the living room, and she led him over to a wall littered with pictures. She pointed to a picture of two young boys and a beautiful brunette hugging them around the shoulders. "Edward Elric," she said, pointing to the boy that was unmistakably Edward (he had a large scowl on his face), "Okaasan, Trisha Elric," she said softly, her eyes dimming slightly, and finally pointed to the last boy. "Alphonse Elric," she said hesitantly, "Otouto."

Harry studied the pictures. The young woman was obviously their mother, hence the word 'Okaasan.' That must've meant mother. The second word, 'Otouto,' seemed to resemble brother of some sorts, because Edward was obviously related to him, and was the older of the two. Harry nodded in understanding.

Winry then pointed to another picture. "Alphonse-kun," she said, pointing to a picture of her, Edward, and a suit of armor. Her finger hovered right above the suit of armor, and Harry stared.

"O-tou-to?" he asked hesitantly, and Winry nodded, a small and sad smile on her face.

"Otouto," she clarified, and Harry blinked. So, Ed's younger brother wore a huge suit of armor. That in itself was a little strange, but not too strange. After living in Hogwarts for a year and seeing walking and talking suits of armor all over the school, one tended to get used to things like this.

He nodded, and Winry let out a small breath. She led Harry to the table, and began to pointing to random objects, slowly speaking so that Harry could repeat them afterwords.

And so, Harry's speech training began.

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Edward shut off the outside shower, nursing his aching head. Winry needed to hold back on those wrenches of hers, they hurt like hell! He groaned aloud, and grabbed the nearby towel, rubbing his long blonde hair dry. He stepped into the house, changed into some dry clothes, and walked into the kitchen, searching for something to eat after the training session he had with Harry.

To his surprise, Harry and Winry were already there, eating.

"Why didn't you call me in?" Ed grumbled as he stepped past them, grabbing his own plate, and Winry scowled.

"I was teaching Harry how to speak Amestrian while you were showering, and we both decided we were hungry. Is that a problem?" she snapped in response, and Ed rolled his eyes, sitting down with them.

"So, how much has he learned?" he asked, and Winry smiled proudly.

"He's already learned a lot. He's quick to pick up on the language," Winry said happily. She turned to the black-haired boy. "Hello, Harry!"

"Uh…h-hello, um, Winry, how you doing?" he asked, speaking slowly and his tongue stumbling over the unfamiliar syllables, but Ed had to admit, he was learning quickly.

"How are you doing, Harry-kun," Winry corrected slowly, and understanding crossed Harry's face as he ate.

"Ah. Arigati," he said softly, and Ed shook his head.

"Arigatou," he said, and Harry repeated the word. Ed nodded and turned to his food, his stomach growling. Quickly, before he ate, he glanced around. No milk was in sight, so he turned back to his food. "Stupid milk," he growled softly, and Winry looked up from her lesson with Harry, macaroni hanging from her fork.

"Did you say something, Ed?" she asked, and Edward shook his head quickly. He didn't another repeat of what happened during breakfast.

"M-milk," Harry said softly, thinking of the exact same thing, and Winry clapped her hands in understanding.

"Ah, so that's what it is!" she exclaimed happily, before glancing evilly at Ed. Edward glared at the raven-haired boy.

"Damn you to hell," he growled, and Harry instantly parroted it back, an unholy smirk on his face as he realized what it meant. Harry had also spotted the shadow approaching Edward from behind.

"Edward, what are you teaching him?!" Winry shrieked, slamming her wrench against the top of his head and force-feeding the blonde male. "You can't teach him how to swear!"

"Dammit, Winry, I didn't teach him anything!! He just repeated what I said!!"

"Then don't say it in the first place!!"

Harry let out a small chuckle, and continued to eat while the two blondes bickered. This was going to be fun.

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"…And this is the Great Hall," Hermione said proudly, opening the double-doors and ushering Alphonse inside. He walked in slowly, with Ron beside him. He was taking it easy (on Madame Pomfrey's orders), and he was still fairly weak from his malnutrition. He was recovering nicely, however, so Madame Pomfrey allowed him a small tour of the castle before he head to head back. "This is where we eat." Hermione and Ron, being his only visitors, immediately volunteered to give the sandy-haired teen a tour, which was approved by the school nurse.

Alphonse gaped at the ceiling, which displayed a rather sunny day and a few clouds. "What happened to the ceiling?" he asked, wide-eyed.

Hermione beamed. "Ah! In Hogwarts, A History, it says that the ceiling's charmed to make it look like the weather outside!"

"Sure it does," Ron mumbled, and Hermione shot him a glare. They seemed to argue like Edward and Winry, and Al smiled at the similarities between the two. However, Hermione seemed to be more dominant than Ron.

Alphonse studied the Great Hall. Four long tables were in the center of the room, each with a different flag above it, and one long table on top of a raised platform stood, facing the rest of the school. Long windows covered the walls, and the hall was nice and cool, compared to the warm weather outside.

Al pointed at the flags. "What are the flags for?" he asked, his finger pointing at the one above them, which depicted a blue raven.

"They're for the different houses," Hermione explained, pointing at each individual flag as she said its name. "Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." She took a deep breath. "You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave in heart. Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart. You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, and unafraid of toil. Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind. Where those of wit and learning will always find their kind. Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends."

Ron stared at her. "Isn't that the Sorting Hat's song from the beginning of the year?" he demanded, and Hermione flushed, nodding. "Bloody hell! How'd you remember all of that?"

"I listen, Ron," Hermione replied crisply.

"I do too, but I don't remember it word for word, 'Mione!" Ron said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Anyways, we're both in Gryffindor," Hermione said loudly, ignoring Ron. "And it's best house there is," she added proudly.

Alphonse studied the other houses. "What about the others?" he asked, and Hermione shrugged.

"Well, they're all good, I guess, except for Slytherin," Hermione said, lowering her voice a bit. "They're known for producing the most dark witches and wizards."

"Not to mention that they're a bunch of gits," Ron spat, glaring at the table and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Bloody Slytherins."

"Watch your mouth, Weasley, or you might find yourself losing it," drawled a voice from behind them. Alphonse turned to find a white-blonde boy behind him, with two large boys at his side, almost acting like bodyguards.

The blonde boy sneered at Ron and Hermione. "What's the matter Weasel? Cat got your tongue?" Ron's ears turned bright red as he glared at the newcomer, while Hermione turned away from them.

"Let's just go," she said irritably, trying to pull Ron and Al away from the three.

"What happened to Potter?" the newcomer leered. "Did he stick his neck too far into the Dark Lord's busin—"

Ron let out a strangled shout and lunged at the blonde boy. "Shut up, Malfoy!!" he bellowed, catching the blonde and his two cronies unawares and punching Malfoy in the face.

"Ron!!" Hermione shouted, scandalized, while Alphonse hurried over to Ron, fully intending to pull Ron away from the fight. However, he was met with the two cronies.

"I don't want to fight," he said nervously, but the two grunted instead, cracking their knuckles. Al sighed, and shifted into a fighting stance.

The two thugs stared at him in confusion, before lumbering over to punch the sandy-haired teen. Alphonse fought hard to keep a smirk off his face. These guys were almost like snails compared to his Niisan!

He ducked under the first punch, grabbing the arm and throwing the attacker over his shoulder, planting the back of his fist into the boy's thick face. The second one let out a growl, leaping at Al, but Al smoothly sidestepped him, spinning around and performing a spinning hilt kick. Then, as quickly as it had started, it had finished.

He turned to see Hermione, who was standing with her hands up towards her mouth, a horrified expression on her face. Ron, however, was rolling on the ground with Malfoy, punching for all its worth at the weasel-faced boy.

"Ronald-san, I think you should stop…" Al said, prying the redhead from the blonde. The blonde sniveled on the floor, and Alphonse couldn't help but look at him in disgust.

"Bloody git," Ron growled, turning away from Malfoy and sporting a split lip and bloody nose. However, he seemed remarkably pleased with himself. "Wow, wait until I tell Harry!" he exclaimed, his face brightening up. Hermione moaned and put her face into her hands.

"We're going to be in such trouble," she whispered, and Alphonse shrugged.

"Well, if they don't catch, we won't be," he said, and he ushered them out of the Hall, leaving the three lying in a heap.

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"You shouldn't have done that," Hermione scolded as they returned to the Hospital Wing.

Ron instead flapped a hand carelessly at her. "Oh, give it a rest, Hermione. It's probably the best thing I've ever done in me life," he said dreamily, imagining a crying Malfoy on the floor with a black eye and a bloody nose.

"But what if Professor McGonagall finds out? Or worse, Professor Snape?" Hermione hissed, and Ron shrugged.

"That's why I'm going to the Hospital Wing," the redhead replied, still grinning at the mental image of a beaten-up Malfoy.

Alphonse raised an eyebrow. "How about you tell Madam Pomfrey that you just defended me when Malfoy tried to bully me?" he asked, and Ron clapped a hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"Brilliant idea, mate!" he said cheerfully, and Hermione groaned.

"Why do I even bother…" she mumbled, following the two into the Hospital Wing.

D3ath: Sorry, chapter's a little bit on the shorter side…but sorry for the long wait, minna-san! And, as I promised , here's your omake!

Omake: Learning Languages

Harry stared at Ed, who slowly repeated what he said. What? "I…have…cat…in…my…pants?" he said, confused. What on earth did that mean? Meanwhile, Winry had just walked into the room, and she stared at Harry in shock and surprise. Harry, thinking that he had failed to please the blue-eyed blonde, quickly tried to amend. "Winry…have…cat…in…my…pants!" he said happily.

Winry paled, then slowly turned red. She advanced on Edward, who was quickly backing away.

"I didn't teach him that," he protested, meaning Harry's second statement. However, Winry's wrench was already out.

"AUUUGH, WINRY, DON'T—" WHAM! Harry flinched as Edward was knocked out his chair, green eyes wide as he stared at a murderous Winry.

"Freaking idiot," Winry muttered, shouldering her trusty wrench.

From then on, Harry swore he would never make Winry mad. NEVER.

Owari.

D3ath: And there you go :D Thanks for reading, and please, give me feedback about this story. I desperately need it. ^^; Oh, and XforgottenxMemoryX, could you send me some links for Japanese sites? That would help a bunch.

AND I'M SORRY THAT MALFOY'S COMEBACKS SUCK I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING COMEBACKS AND MALFOY'S ARE ESPECIALLY HARD TO WRITE SO I'M SOOORRRRYYY

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